"Ridiculous!" A cold snort came from the Knight beside him, as hooves were raised high and heavy horseshoes kicked down.

Amidst the muffled snorts, he fell straight back, his head smashing heavily into his brother's stomach, leaving his chest collapsed and blood gushing forth, eyes wide open gazing at the dim sky.

The Imperial Knights tore open a gap in the Long Spearman's formation, and the Extraordinary Knights immediately surged in and ripped it apart.

As they charged back and forth, in front of the lower-ranking Extraordinary War Monks, their speed started decreasing at an astonishing rate.

Soon, several Extraordinary Knights were dragged down by halberds and long spears.

Surround them, kill their horses, they have no more solutions, shouted the Brigade Commander, half his face cut off.

"Surround, surround!"

"Rally!"

The temple Knight blew the horn hanging from his waist, and the Extraordinary Knights immediately turned back to rally, using the Imperial Knights as the cutting edge, breaking out of the encirclement painstakingly constructed by the War Monks.

The sound of hooves faded, and for a moment, the battlefield fell silent.

The War Monks of the Black Hat Fifth Corps looked around at the corpses in bewilderment and despair.

Among those bodies, there were only two Imperial Knights; the rest were dozens of War Monks.

Could it be that the Imperial Knights are truly invincible?

Circuiting back around, regaining speed, Bo Ao Lie excitedly lifted his helmet visor, exposing a face as fierce as a demon to the air.

"Defilers! Accept your fate!" he shouted as he slashed down a fleeing Holy Gunman from behind, his armor on one side drenched in blood.

His Knight's Sword kept slaughtering, and under the influence of potions, he crazily shouted:

"A farmer's destiny is to provide everything for the Knights! You were born as slaves! Defilers!"

"Accept your fate! This is the Holy Father's arrangement, no one can defy it!"

The blood spread in the mud, mixing with rainwater, forming streams of dark red that flowed to every corner of the battlefield.

The dark red blood reflected on the gloomy sky, below the gray heavens, Horn's hand holding the telescope trembled slightly.

From his vantage point, the Imperial Knights were like a steel knife piercing soft flesh, cleaving the entire Black Hat Army Fifth Corps in a single stroke.

The left wing's Black Hat First Legion and the central Second Imperial Guard Corps were slightly better off, but only slightly.

"Guard Grand Pole Team, advance to support the Black Hat Fifth Corps, covering the Fifth Corps and Black Hat Second Corps for a rotation."

Setting down the telescope, he handed it to Patrick, Horn couldn't bear to watch these good fellows he had lived and eaten with for three months perish, torn apart.

"Your Majesty, the Black Hat Second Corps may not be able to undertake the task; the Black Hat Sixth Corps needs to rotate in."

Horn's voice paused slightly: "Why?"

"Most of the Holy Gunmen in the Black Hat Second Corps are exhausted of sacred power, even standing firm is difficult for them, and the Long Spearmen are physically spent due to close combat," Hakuto hesitated, "Actually, the Black Hat Sixth Corps isn't in a good position either, only slightly better than the Second Corps. Our situation..."

"Is not optimistic." Lowering the telescope, Patrick took over from Hakuto, "Horn, boy, you need to prepare for an early retreat, according to our original plan, this amount of time should have definitely been enough."

"Has the situation deteriorated to this extent?" Clutching his head dizzy from sacred power exhaustion, Horn palely leaned on the cart bed, "We were just about to win."

Patrick remained casual as ever: "To laugh last is to win, as to why, aren't you more aware than us?"

Horn gave no reply, he stepped back two paces, leaning against the cart bed.

Yes, he understood it better.

From morning till afternoon, Holy Gunmen and Long Spearmen continuously rotated shifts, relying on wake-up ointment to sustain their spirits.

On Horn's front, someone always fought; someone always rested; a significant part of the Holy Gunmen even slept.

Through continuous rotations, Horn tried to preserve the strength and stamina of the War Monks as much as possible.

But in reality, after more than three hours of continuous battle, the War Monks eventually reached their limit.

During the earlier chaos, the wings of the corps faced problems of command confusion to varying degrees.

Although Horn issued an order proving he was unharmed, the chaos in command and formation were not things that could be immediately remedied.

This window was short, yet Bo Ao Lie seized it.

He plunged the sharpest dagger into the Salvation Army's softest flank, turning the tide.

The wings' Black Hat First and Fifth Corps were on the verge of collapse, only the central Second Imperial Guard Army still persisted.

The farmers and lower-rank Knights drained the sacred power and endurance of the War Monks.

In the bloody killing fields, even the Holy Gunmen drained of sacred power endured headaches, wielding swords and wooden shields, fighting in melee alongside the Night Guard and Extraordinary Knights.

Exhausted bodies propped them up, each became a blood-soaked warrior.

The War Monks were baffled; they had repeatedly repelled the attacks of the Extraordinary Knights.

Were those successes mere illusions?

Was the war only truly commencing when the Imperial charge came?

Shaking Horn's shoulders, Patrick's usual carefree face was now supremely grave: "Horn, wake up! We cannot sacrifice all these good kids on this battlefield.

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